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Glue - Haunt
(from the album Seconds away)
© copyright 2003

We keep the memories alive until the final curtain falls,
Crawling through the front door begging for some demorayl,
To numb the happy shots that caught the bullet red handed,
No matter what the situation is we'll speak candid,
Pushing through the blunt smoke,
Hoping the contact high keeps its distance, Choke
Myself by squeezing your throat and squeezing your hand
Even though it's first rate love all the motives seem bland,
Stop acting like a know it all I haven't finished the question,
I didn't ask to be here, it was god's suggestion,
But it's a challenge to succeed and keep the wick burning,
This light's not enough but it's what I've been earning,
These discerning qualities separate us into groups,
Like the ones who chop their drums and the ones who only loop,
But the bolts are loose again pulling away to spite me,
So I start chanting I chanting lefty loosy and right tighty,
Write me, off for inspiration, it makes for better haunting,
I figure chances like this don't come around here very often,
So I seize the moment now with a passion for big finishes,
Ripping all the closed doors, clear off their hinges

It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes,
close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes,
sliding under doors, into dreams, into headphones,
the haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.

Pardon my dead weight gotta hold it down somehow,
Starting to lose shape, gotta make it out of this town,
With my morals intact, but the fact still remains,
The depth of empty pockets makes you appreciate change,
I'm a keep it long range,
Keep the picture frame straight,
I'm a keep the dues paid,
Work the connections when they are made,
Something's changed; you must have evolved while I was gone,
Pawned away your favorite records but left this one to bond,
With us, the example usually sets itself,
Wealth will be my saving grace until I find something else,
To obsess over, pull hairs, make charts, fill day planners,
Buy a g4 with DSL, cd burner, and scanner,
We get the job done with the sun out of the picture,
Since I never knew the comfort of a brother or sister,
Now my family ethic revolves around glue,
So I draw 2 new branches for maker and dq,
Three paths connected from humble beginnings,
Lighthearted to rip your soul out with no other decision to make,
We come correct to fill the gaps, put the emphasis on excellence,
The exodus of raps underrated perfectionist,
It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toes,
close the book and hit play, then watch where it goes,
sliding under doors into dreams, into headphones,
the haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.
The question is, suffering, the modern man is discovering,
The necessity of juggling, with no more room for wondering,
What could have been done if only the effort hadn't died,
But the external couldn't match wits and beat the inside,
We fight for the rights of morning air with sanity in the moonlight,
Dying to feel alive by making history with windpipes,
We survived the water walks with harder art to offer,
Fill the rooms with independence and the send the ghosts back to haunt her.